Cal Scruby - Michael Bay lyrics

V1 I’m like f** that b**h on the other side, they know my gra** is way greener Find the baddest b**h and I take her home and that a** on her like Trina I’m just wondering if she got a man cuz there ain’t no ring on that finger I got pull-up game like Stephen Curry, my pull-out game is like Jenga Shut the f** up, I ain’t tryna have no conversation City show so much love when the boy came home broke MF had to hate it I ain’t have to make it, could’ve worked a 9-5 like you when I graduated But I’m glad I waited, cuz I’ma hit your girl from the back; send a MF back to basics Why ain’t you listen? I told you be quiet (yeah) Put out your album and nobody buying (yeah) I get it, you on your hustle, I know you be trying (yeah) You just keep mentioning all of these rappers I know so I know you be lying (nah) This is a monologue, why am I speaking to you? It’s like confession with me in the booth, father forgive me for speaking the truth I got that piece on my necklace turn water to wine, but I mix that vodka with juice Switch it to whiskey and mixing vermouth, I’m drunk in Manhattan… HOOK My sh** blowing up So many calls, my sh** blowing up No time to talk, my sh** blowing up My ringer off but I’m still blowing up Yeah I’m blowing up My sh** blowing up Like Independence Day, I’m blowing up sh** more like Michael Bay, I’m blowing up Slow motion walk-away, I’m blowing up Yeah I’m blowing up V2 Got that Swisher Sweet, pack sour; Sam Jackson, my pack louder Riding around in that matte black on 24’s like Jack Bauer Rubber band on my left wrist, pulling up on my ex-b**h I broke up with that old girl but I’m still using her Netflix f** all my exes, I could still f** all my exes, they tryna get drunk in my section I know you mad cuz you standing in line and I just go in, I don’t know where to exit She give me neck for the necklace, she reckless; give her that dick like 50 Shades I want all these whips and chains, damn I feel like Christian Gray How many times did I tell you be quiet? (yeah) Calling my phone and I’m hitting decline (yeah) I got the minutes and data but I don’t got time (yeah) I’m tryna talk to the money; my inbox is full and you blocking my line (nah) I’m changing my number, I gotta get back to the business I’ma be running sh**, you on that other sh**; hop on a track and get back to the fitness You keep on talking about sh** you don’t got like the money and cars and the clothes and the b**hes I’m like when Jordan came back with the Bulls, you’re like when Jordan came back with the Wizards HOOK